Her Will

  HER WILL

  by

  Sarah Stein

  TORRID BOOKS

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  An Imprint of Whiskey Creek Press LLC

  Copyright © 2017 by Sarah Stein

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  Names, characters and incidents depicted in this book are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and beyond the intent of the author or the publisher.

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  ISBN: 978-1-68299-235-7

  Credits

  Cover Artist: Kelly Martin

  Editor: Dave Field

  Printed in the United States of America

  Chapter 1

  “Jolene. Your order for a latte macchiato is ready,” announced the young boy behind the counter.

  He had the face of a baby. All smooth with a little fuzziness on his chin. He would be considered Jolene Naquin’s type but she fancied something different this time. One flick of her finger would’ve lured him to her but she was getting bored of the same old things. She wanted to break someone but not just anyone. Jolene craved a rough man who was willing to turn submissive with the flip of her wrist.

  She longed to witness the beauty of such a man but she’d had no luck. Those types of men were too headstrong. They didn’t like the idea of a woman taking charge in and out of the bedroom.

  With that thought, Jolene smiled and nodded her head toward the young boy and left Tia’s Coffee Corner. It was located in downtown New Orleans on the corner of St. Charles Avenue and Canal Street. She didn’t usually frequent the place but today was an exception. She needed to be wide-awake to tackle the day.

  Jolene’s boss had pulled her into the office yesterday and spoke upon rewarding her with a promotion. She would become Lead Secretary of Delray’s Construction.

  Her job tested her at times, especially when her boss required documents to be ready last minute but she loved it. She couldn’t pass the chance of receiving this promotion and supervising other secretaries in the office.

  Jolene had been fortunate to get that job. Her father knew Delray many years ago before he died in a horrible plane crash from a company trip overseas. She’d placed an ad in the paper for a full-time secretarial/clerical position, and Delray recognized and hired her. She felt lucky.

  At thirty, Jolene needed a stable job. Waitressing for twenty hours a week wasn’t going to pay all the bills. She relied on her father for financial help for too long. It was time she paved her way in the world.

  She walked the short distance to Canal Street to work as she thought about the man who owned the company, Delray LaFleur.

  He was every woman’s dream, reaching about six foot two inches, bulky and sexy as hell. His eyes were a golden brown with flecks of blue and yellow and his short, finger-waved chestnut hair was decorated with strands of gray on the sides. He was determined and confident of himself, which made him off limits.

  Jolene wanted someone to break, but Delray wouldn’t be the one. He didn’t seem like the man who would willingly let go of the reins. It didn’t stop the images of him begging for mercy at the end of her cat o’ nine tails on the St. Andrews Cross. What she wouldn’t give to lick the tears streaming from his eyes.

  Shaking her head to erase the image, she pushed forward. She didn’t want sexual tension while she was working. How awkward would that be?

  Finally reaching her destination, she balanced the coffee in her right hand as she pulled open the solid glass door with her left hand. Most of the building was built with glass. Her days were spent sitting on the top floor looking from her desk out the windows overlooking the city. She couldn’t ask for a better view.

  “Morning Jolene. I need next week’s list of clients on my desk by noon,” Delray demanded.

  She watched as his tight ass hugged the material of his black dress pants while he walked. Her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth as she stared. The image of his bare ass against her palm created an ache within her core. She needed to satiate her lust soon.

  It looked like she would be heading back to Serenity Cavern where all her dreams came true. She didn’t have to worry about quenching her sexual urges. If only she didn’t have those urges for her boss.

  Shrugging from her daydream, she noticed Delray eyeing her. Her interest peaked for a moment until she realized he was waiting for her answer. “Yes, sir. I’ll have the list printed and set on your desk at noon. Is there anything else?”

  “Since you asked. I need help with some numbers I received from Accounting. They don’t add up.”

  “Isn’t that Stan’s job? I mean he gets paid for it,” Jolene replied.

  The look he gave her was one she knew all too well. Don’t question me again and do as you’re told. It was the look she gave her subs. She wasn’t fond of receiving that same treatment.

  “He does, but I specifically requested your assistance, not Stan’s. If I wanted help from Stan, I wouldn’t have asked you,” Delray stated.

  She wasn’t sure of his motives but one thing was clear, he didn’t like to be questioned. If only he knew the excitement she felt at wanting to press her luck. Instead she answered, “That was evident. I’ll assist with the paperwork in a minute.”

  Jolene wasn’t the person to bend to his or anyone else’s will. She was a different kind of woman, one who wasn’t afraid to control others and enjoyed having the upper hand. She realized working a long time for Delray had its downfalls. She couldn’t carry vast power in his workplace, which was the reason she sought out Serenity Cavern. She needed to release her sexual frustration and to unleash her power.

  Before knocking on Delray’s office door, she made the decision to visit Serenity Cavern later that night.

  “Come in,” Delray responded.

  Jolene walked into the spacious office toward the chair next to his desk. For some reason, her stance was off. She felt nervous and unsure about being in the same room as him. It wasn’t like it was the first time they were stuck side-by-side figuring out paperwork.

  She took that opportunity to observe the view before her. His office was all male, dark and brooding. His desk was stationed before a large window taking up the entire wall. You could see the picturesque view of New Orleans and it made Jolene proud to call it her home.

  There weren’t any family photos hanging, just snapshots of unique architectural buildings. His life wasn’t on display and neither was hers.

  “Do you have the papers from Accounting?” Jolene quickly stated. She wanted to leave as soon as possible. The last thing she sought was to be stuck in the same room as Delray for the rest of the evening. Besides, she had plans and they weren’t going to be stopped.

  “Sure do. Right over here.” Delray answered as he snatched the papers resting on his desk.

  What she wouldn’t give to bend him over as her hand held his head atop the desk while she had her way with him, his ass blushing with her smacks. She wanted to hear her boss plead for her touch.

  The vision was more than she could bear. Her mission was to appease her lust tonight. If only it would be Delray’s naked ass instead of some other man willing to succumb to h
er bidding.

  They sat across from one another scanning numbers and searching for any mishaps. The entire time Jolene felt uneasy. She wasn’t entirely sure but she could feel eyes on her. Her stomach clenched at the possibility of his attraction to her. She glanced up only to find him staring at the pages before him.

  Jolene felt ridiculous. Why would he be interested in her when there were tons of women crawling at his feet, willing to roll over for him? Damn him and his overt hotness to hell. She needed out the office and fast. She was wound up as tight as a clock and her mind was running away with her.

  Hopping from the chair, she stated, “I need to go. I forgot there was this meeting I was required to attend. We can finish this tomorrow.”

  “You do realize tomorrow’s Saturday? We both aren’t working,” Delray responded.

  “Right. I forgot. Monday then?” Jolene prayed he agreed. She was already halfway across the room when her entire body slammed into him. Her eyes widened in shock. She couldn’t believe she didn’t see him enter her line of vision. Her only thought was escaping.

  “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to run into you,” she quickly apologized.

  He grinned knowingly, “It’s no problem at all. We can finish Monday. Have a great weekend.”

  She eyed him before replying, “You too. Bye.”

  Her only thought as she left Delray’s office was how fucked up her own mind betrayed her. On her own turf, she’d demand he push the paperwork until Monday and then took what she craved from him, but instead she ran before he judged her.

  The last thing she wanted was for him to find out her secrets. He would judge her immensely or better yet, fire her because of who she was.

  It’s simply that, a turn on. Jolene wasn’t molded that way. She’d always fancied having men crawling to her and doing her bidding. She learned what she wanted in her mid-twenties and hadn’t looked back. It was men like Delray who look down on women like Jolene, not understanding how a woman can dominate a man.

  As she walked the short distance from work to her residence, she couldn’t stop thinking about the tension she felt in Delray’s office. Surely he felt it. Her feet couldn’t get her home fast enough to let loose at Serenity Cavern.

  Her best friend Elijah was sure to find her the sexiest submissive at the club, maybe even Neal. She wanted someone prepared to take what she had to offer and in return she’d give them release. She was so anxious; her panties were moist and prepared.

  Jolene and Elijah were best friends for years. When he decided to open Serenity Cavern, she was surprised to find out they had more in common than she thought. They never talked about their kinks until he revealed the dungeon. It was her place of choice for several years.

  She finally reached her apartment right off of Canal Street on Baronne where she ran inside to prepare for that night’s festivities. She wanted to masturbate and ease the pressure but she enjoyed the pain of waiting. It was her ultimate reward.

  The shower lasted a few minutes while Jolene shampooed her hair and washed her body clean. All the while her thoughts strayed toward Delray. Why couldn’t she forget about him? He wasn’t part of her world and never would be. Damn it would be nice.

  Switching the shower off, she wrapped a large white terry bath towel around her body before she applied conditioner to her hair. It didn’t take her long to blow-dry and spritz it. She wanted it to cascade down her back in waves. It always looked great down especially when dressed for her nights to the dungeon.

  She applied the final touches of crimson red lipstick before donning a black and red leather corset with a black pleated skirt and thigh-high boots. Satisfied with her looks, she snatched the mid-sized duffel bag from her bedroom and bolted out the door.

  Chapter 2

  “What a day,” Delray murmured aloud. He couldn’t believe his luck when Jolene entered his office to help assist with the paperwork. It wasn’t like he needed help. He just wanted to see her beautiful face with that exquisite body. A man could drown in the depths of those blue eyes.

  He had a thing for Jolene for many years. When her father passed, bless his soul; he couldn’t pass up the chance in offering employment. Little did he know the repercussions of hiring Jolene? As much as he wanted her, he couldn’t make a move. At thirty, she seemed so innocent.

  The last thing Delray wanted to do was get her involved in his fucked up life. Yet, every day seemed like torture as they worked together. Well, some people would call it torture. Delray would call it painful pleasure. No matter how painful, the pleasure outweighed at the sight of her beauty.

  He had it bad and knew she felt it today when he stared at her analyzing those papers. He wanted to reach his hand out and glide his fingers along her midnight black wavy hair. It took everything in him to calm his cock at the smell of her milky luxurious skin.

  The thought of pounding her against his oak desk raided his mind the entire time she sat across from him. Would she scream his name? If only he could hear the sound of her moans.

  “Forget about her,” he grunted past his lips. He had to be the good guy here.

  As he packed his briefcase with the essentials for Monday morning, he realized he was supposed to meet his friend in an hour. He wasn’t sure how he forgot about it. They hadn’t talked in months and felt it was time to catch up. Adding pep to his step, he locked his office and headed the short distance home.

  As he walked home, the sight of Canal Street engulfed him. Every house and office building was decorated with adornments of purple, green and yellow. It seemed everyone was prepared for the Mardi Gras season. Riding in the Knights of Sparta parade route was his routine for two years now. It was something he looked forward to.

  The parade would pass right where he lived and along Canal Street. It was definitely one of his favorite times of the year. The booze and babes were all over the place. There wasn’t a place he could go without a woman throwing herself at him, especially as he was dressed as a Spartan. It was his costume of choice each year.

  He arrived at his spacious two-story townhome purchased a couple of years back. Upon entering he was greeted by his smoky grey German shepherd, Lou. He was lucky to find an animal so respectful and well behaved considering his neighbors were attached to his home. That was possibly the worst problem of owning a townhome.

  Delray quickly picked up his briefcase and headed for a quick shower to freshen up for the night. His friend wanted to bring him somewhere new. Some place he hadn’t heard of before. It was perfect because he couldn’t wait to do everything in his power to forget about Jolene.

  A knock sounded on the door about twenty minutes later. “Just a minute,” Delray shouted as he placed food into Lou’s bowl.

  “Hey man. You can either ride with me or follow me,” Elijah stated once Delray opened the door.

  “How’s it going? It’s been months. How’s the family?” Delray questioned curiously.

  Elijah was one of the many friends he chose to keep in contact with. It was nice to see him again.

  “Things have been pretty great. The family’s good and I finally had the opportunity a few months back to purchase my own home. All in all, there’s no complaints,” Elijah answered.

  “Glad things are great. I’ll follow. It’ll be convenient in case I choose to leave early,” Delray informed.

  “Sounds like a plan. It’s not that far away. Just a few blocks down from here,” Elijah provided.

  “If it’s that close, why don’t we walk or take a cab?” Delray suggested. He was ready for a night out because he was burnt out on work. The best part was their destination wasn’t far away.

  “Let’s do that. We can catch up on old times on the way,” Elijah agreed.

  Seizing his coat and wallet, Delray followed Elijah out the door.

  Elijah was right; their walk wasn’t long which was good because Delray’s feet were starting to ache. He was glad they chose to walk though because he learned quite a deal about his friend. Apparently, he own
ed a club, and that was where Elijah was taking them. Delray had no clue but couldn’t wait to see what his friend had been doing all these years.

  Finally reaching their destination, Delray looked up at the soft-hued sign that read Serenity Cavern. He hadn’t heard of it before but the parking area was filled to the brim.

  “Looks like a packed house,” Delray announced.

  He was wondering why he hadn’t heard of it and figured he was working way too much. If he couldn’t pay attention to the clubs surrounding his home and especially one owned by a friend, then there was a problem.

  “It sure is,” confirmed Elijah, “Before we enter I need to get your sole discretion. This club is only for members, and I’m allowing a nonmember inside. I need to know that I can trust you.”

  Delray didn’t know what to say. His curiosity was definitely piqued. Of course, he was going inside now.

  “Sure. Is there anything else I need to know before we enter?” he asked.

  “I’m inviting you because you’re a friend and I believe you’d enjoy it. If you’d like to become a member after tonight, just ask. You’ll pay the fee and fill out the membership application which is a few pages and covers everything you need to know,” Elijah provided.

  Delray was on the fence about that information. He couldn’t help but think he’d struck a deal by entering as a nonmember for one night but was still unsure about what to expect. There was no going back because he was beyond interested.

  “I think I can manage that. Thanks for inviting me then,” Delray answered.

  “No problem man. I just hope you enjoy it. Let’s go in,” Elijah responded.

  Delray followed Elijah through the massive steel double doors to the club. They walked through what resembled a reception area. Delray assumed it was where members checked in or nonmembers registered. There was a tall buff man dressed in a suit, with piercings decorating his nose and eyebrow. He had greeted them before Elijah led him through a mid-sized oak door. The lights were dimmed low as Delray took the opportunity to take in his surroundings. In the middle of the open room sat an elongated bar with crimson cushion seating flowing from the bar to the left and right wall. There was definitely plenty of sitting area.